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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2011 13:36:09 GMT -5
If possible Myriah went even more red as he spoke. She nodded shyly and motioned towards a seat next to her, if he wanted to sit down, trying to ignore the laughs from her siblings as she did.
"My name is Myriah Allyrion, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." she said, still avoiding looking into his eyes.
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Post by House Frey on May 25, 2011 13:42:11 GMT -5
If he noticed her embarassment, he didn't let it show. "Thank you, Myriah," he said as he sat.
The young female Frey approached. She had a smile that did not reach her eyes. She curtseyed to the Allyrions before looking at Lyonel sternly. "Dear brother, may I remind you that you are expected at our table?" she asked, straining to keep her voice civil.
Lyonel gestured her away. "I have found more favourable company. Myriah, this is my twin sister, Lyanna," he introduced pleasantly.
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2011 14:16:57 GMT -5
"Twins?" she asked, frowning slightly, as she inclined her head respectfully to the new comer.
Marq stood and bowed to the lady respectfully before sitting back down and grinning with Myranda again, apparently something terribly funny between the two.
Myriah looked round at Marq and Myranda for help quickly before going pale, "It's a pleasure..." She said shakily, "My name is Myriah, these are my older siblings Marq and Myranda."
"We've met. They interrupted me playing with a Stormlands girl the other day... not very sporting" Myranda said and she and Marq moved to put a arm over one anothers shoulders in unison.
Myriah glared at the two of them, "Please forgive them, they have no manners." She looked round to Ser Lyonel with timid eyes, "you do not have to stay if you have other commitments..."
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Post by House Frey on May 25, 2011 14:23:25 GMT -5
Recognition bloomed in Lyanna's face, but Lyonel's eyes remained on Myriah.
He shook his head, "It is a pleasure. I cannot think of another place I'd rather be," he cood.
Lyanna rolled her eyes and moved over to Marq and Myranda. "You had left before I could properly apologize for Lyonel's behaviour previous, Myranda. He sees what he wants and little else," she said, casting an annoyed glance at her brother.
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Post by Lord Gareth Hightower on May 25, 2011 17:27:56 GMT -5
'She is well, busy with father and my brothers.' Jenna smiled sweetly at her young cousin. "I am pleased to hear it Helyn. Perhaps we shall call in at Nightsong on the way back to Grandview. Wouldn't that be nice Iolande?" she said with a worried look at her sister. Iolande nodded, but said nothing. Renly gave his eldest sister a sharp glance, before changing the conversation. "So who else is here at the Feast Helyn? It appears you've been here in Kings Landing a little while, so you may be more familiar with some of the faces here." |
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2011 19:20:21 GMT -5
Recognition bloomed in Lyanna's face, but Lyonel's eyes remained on Myriah. He shook his head, "It is a pleasure. I cannot think of another place I'd rather be," he cood. Lyanna rolled her eyes and moved over to Marq and Myranda. "You had left before I could properly apologize for Lyonel's behaviour previous, Myranda. He sees what he wants and little else," she said, casting an annoyed glance at her brother. Myranda looked at her and then looked away to look at Marq, "You ruined my game... We do not like it when people spoil the fun." she said before before both she and Marq both turned from one another to look at Lyanna, "Not at all," They said in unison and smiled, "Would you like to sit down?" Myriah giggled briefly but looked to her siblings and frowned again, "Would you not rather be at home, Ser?" |
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Post by Marie on May 25, 2011 19:21:35 GMT -5
The Tolands arrived somewhat belatedly to the feast but Mark was noticeably absent, as was Isolde, who had stayed to keep him company. Viviane, Eleyna, Triston and Arthur, however, were all present.
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Post by Tallahar on May 25, 2011 20:07:47 GMT -5
Lord Alaric Corbray approaches Lady Viviane, "Lady Toland I assume as Corbray looks to her sigil, I am Lord Corbray of the Vale it is a pleasure to meet someone from Dorne."
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Post by Marie on May 25, 2011 20:14:49 GMT -5
Viviane smiled a welcome to the lord.
"You are very kind, Lord Alaric. I did not know we were that remarkable to you Valemen but I am honoured you think so, nonetheless. But I will admit to not having held conversation with any man from the Vale before so I'm sure there's much I don't know. I I am well awayre that House Corbray has the honour of the fabled Valyrian blade Lady Forlorn, but I confess I know little else. But your name is knowas one of the primary houses of the Vale. May I assume then that you have never visited Dorne?"
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Post by Tallahar on May 25, 2011 20:20:29 GMT -5
'You are quite correct. I have often thought of coming to visit the least talked about realm of the Seven Kingdoms." Looking about at the family Alaric smiles, "Please tell me is this your charming family?"
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Post by House Frey on May 25, 2011 20:22:42 GMT -5
Recognition bloomed in Lyanna's face, but Lyonel's eyes remained on Myriah. He shook his head, "It is a pleasure. I cannot think of another place I'd rather be," he cood. Lyanna rolled her eyes and moved over to Marq and Myranda. "You had left before I could properly apologize for Lyonel's behaviour previous, Myranda. He sees what he wants and little else," she said, casting an annoyed glance at her brother. Myranda looked at her and then looked away to look at Marq, "You ruined my game... We do not like it when people spoil the fun." she said before before both she and Marq both turned from one another to look at Lyanna, "Not at all," They said in unison and smiled, "Would you like to sit down?" Myriah giggled briefly but looked to her siblings and frowned again, "Would you not rather be at home, Ser?" Lyanna's gaze lingered on her brother for a moment before she looked back to the twins and have a small smile. "For a short while," she said, taking a seat. "Your family came with the Delegation?" she asked. Lyonel chuckled, looking away for a moment to take a glass. "Home is where I have been most of my life. It is beautiful, and I will always hold it in my heart, but a man sometimes needs to leave home. See things that make your blood boil," he said, turning his eyes on hers. He raised a glass of wine to his lips for a moment. "Hear things that leave you speechless," he said, setting the glass down. "Feel things that make you go numb," he took her hand in his. "And taste things that you will never forget," he finished, still staring into her eyes. |
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2011 20:29:22 GMT -5
"yes," they answered together again, both looking at her as she sat.
"How much more do you know about us?" Marq asked easily, though some of the humour seemed to be gone.
Myriah looked briefly down at the hand in hers, unsure of exactly what to do, "I imagine feeling numb would be unpleasant..." she said, somewhat naively... "And your blood boiling that too." She said, scrunching her nose at the thought.
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Post by House Frey on May 25, 2011 20:40:47 GMT -5
Lyonel grinned. "How can you say?" he said easily. "When you truly feel it, you will know of what I speak," he let go of her hand and picked off a piece of roasted lamb that sat on the table before them. "Have you ever left Dorne, Myriah?"
Lyanna giggled. "Nothing that is not obvious," he confessed. Her eyes flicked between Marq and Myranda. "You are siblings. Twins," she observed.
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Post by Sam on May 25, 2011 20:43:04 GMT -5
Ser Ranulf Redwyne, heir to the Arbor, and Ser Ryon Redwyne, his younger brother, enter the feast hall. Ranulf makes his way over to where the Ironborn talk amongst themselves. "Ser Reaver," Ranulf greets Gruffyd, "It seems as though your boasts were not entirely untrue. Though my squire could defeat a Dornishman." Redwyne grins. "I wonder if we will meet in the next round?" "Perhaps we will, Ser," Gruffydd replied with a laugh. "If I had powerful friends in the capital, one might suspect I have been intentionally given opponents without skill to advance in the lists. Dornish are hardly a match for any man, Seven Hells, even a whore picked up off the streets could joust better than most of them." |
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Post by Horas on May 25, 2011 21:39:23 GMT -5
Ranulf laughs. "Oh, there's an odd one here and there who knows their way around a blade. A few of them are even a decent sort. But mostly I find Dornishmen like I find Dornish wine: weak and smelling faintly of cat piss."
"Dornishwomen, on the other hand..." Ranulf smiles as his eyes sweep over the ladies of the court.
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Hope you all are well and happy.